Man, I am wrapping up my capstone project for grad school this week and I am feeling the stress. Everything we have built over the span of six months comes to this. We did the soft launch already, which wasn't for widespread public distribution, now we go live this Sunday with what you will be sharing and hyping and showcasing and my head is spinning. Exhale. I'm okay, this has been happening quite a bit lately. I wig out, simmer, and maintain. Then repeat.
I keep telling myself it's almost over. I am already missing grad school and wondering what I will possibly resume my time with that isn't for school purposes. Maybe I'll freelance more. Maybe pursue a business venture I've had twirling around my mind. What about dance lessons? Playing tennis? How about finally organizing my purse collection and making some steel toed decisions about new homes for them? I know, I'm talking crazy here but I just feel I am going to be so much more organized and a go getter for things. I needed this kind of kick in my ass. It's glorious.
Among so much, this experience of school has granted me the opportunity to reaffirm what I knew about working hard. It has renewed my approach to my craft, pushed me to the moon and back, and given me a lift to the next level. What a ride, my friends. Exhale........
Okay then. Here's to another one of my rambling posts about grad school. I'm sure you're glad too that I will add some new topics to this space once completed. For whoever may read this and may be dealing with something that feels uphill at times, know it does let up and moments of gratefulness and clarity encompass you. Keep going.
Before bidding farewell, a picture of my girl spying a deer frand from the kitchen window with daddy. I don't know who was more excited.
Come on, you didn't think you'd get away from this space without a pic of at least one dogter, did you? Oh you did? That's sweet. (Mad respect for whoever can name which early 2000's teenybopper movie this line is from)
I keep telling myself it's almost over. I am already missing grad school and wondering what I will possibly resume my time with that isn't for school purposes. Maybe I'll freelance more. Maybe pursue a business venture I've had twirling around my mind. What about dance lessons? Playing tennis? How about finally organizing my purse collection and making some steel toed decisions about new homes for them? I know, I'm talking crazy here but I just feel I am going to be so much more organized and a go getter for things. I needed this kind of kick in my ass. It's glorious.
Among so much, this experience of school has granted me the opportunity to reaffirm what I knew about working hard. It has renewed my approach to my craft, pushed me to the moon and back, and given me a lift to the next level. What a ride, my friends. Exhale........
Okay then. Here's to another one of my rambling posts about grad school. I'm sure you're glad too that I will add some new topics to this space once completed. For whoever may read this and may be dealing with something that feels uphill at times, know it does let up and moments of gratefulness and clarity encompass you. Keep going.
Before bidding farewell, a picture of my girl spying a deer frand from the kitchen window with daddy. I don't know who was more excited.
Come on, you didn't think you'd get away from this space without a pic of at least one dogter, did you? Oh you did? That's sweet. (Mad respect for whoever can name which early 2000's teenybopper movie this line is from)
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